Yesterday, I published a post, The Grand Old Lady Of Shuter Street, about seeing Amy Helm & The Handsome Strangers opening for Emmylou Harris & Rodney Crowell at Toronto’s Massey Hall the other day. As I was drafting it, I noticed it was taking two different directions. One was simply about the venue, the music, and the musicians. The other however, was about me.
I really wasn’t intending on writing about me, I just wanted to share my love for a beautiful place, beautiful music, and beautiful artists and songwriters. But somehow ‘me’ kept creeping in. So I gave up on hitting the backspace and delete keys, let it all come out, and decided to make a second somewhat related post. Here’s the other stuff that was running around my mind, or maybe really my heart, as I was drafting the above post …
How far would you go for someone you love? How far would you want someone else to go for you?
I would love for my answer to both parts of the prompt to be anywhere. Wouldn’t that sound great? Wouldn’t that mean I was the bestest parent, family member, friend, heck even the bestest complete stranger in someone’s world? Yeah, perhaps on the surface it would. I mean ask a lot of other parents out there what they would do for their children and I suspect the most common response would be this: anything. But I’ve had enough journeys on this adventure called life that have taught me otherwise. I do my best to have and express unconditional love for others, but I do have conditions on the parameters of the relationships I have with them. Continue reading →
… or if you like to watch John Cleese dancing in the street for no apparent reason.
I am a reformed mohawk fashionista. I have also recovered from my teen ails of putting hydrogen peroxide in my hair. And I haven’t permed my hair since my early 20’s. But of all the hairstyles I’ve had over the years, the one I loved the most was being bald.